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The moon is kissing me
Flowers whispering
The eyelid shut sky
Waiting for the sun ablaze

Rain slipping down my cheek
The rain is on my soul
There is a faint saxophone
A tune born for this moment
Is on its golden tongue

This rain feels like loneliness
And the sky looks like a bruise
Dark purple and ripe blue
It's a daze of time standing still

There is no drowning heart
No fire just smoke
If there is something more to this
Let me see a sign tonight